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Monster Dating Show
Do you have a thing for humans? Have you always dreamed of seeing one with your very own eyes? Now is your chance! Weâve just made the impossible achievable, turned fiction into reality: a genuine human is waiting for you!
You cross your legs and tap your arm nervously, eyeing the clock on the wall. In a few moments, you will be entering the grand stage.
Surely you must've skipped some steps. Most people start with dating apps, or smile particularly long at the barista signing their coffee cup. They don't just...star in a live show.
You never expected to be part of this nonsense, either. One day, you woke up with an invitation in your mail, asking you to be a bachelor for a new TV series. Why you, of all people? You're just an average person, living the average life. Perhaps that's exactly it, you thought at the time. You're more relatable to the audience.
Everything has been vague, shrouded in mystery. This should've convinced you to turn around, but the intrigue was too great: would you be matched with others? What kind of people were going participate? Where was this going to be aired, even? The channel they named was nowhere to be found. You've scoured the Internet, searching for CreatureTV, with no results.
Finally, you hear the ring, signaling your entrance. The grand doors open, and you're briefly blinded by the flood of spotlights. As your eyes accustom to the scene, you cannot help the silent gasp escaping your mouth.
Behind the stands, monstrous creatures and unholy beasts soar all the way to the tall ceilings. Disheveled werewolves, alien aberrations, eldritch horrors; tentacles slither across the floor, claws dig into the neatly decorated barriers.
"Could it be?" one monster remarks, fat strings of drool pouring out of its fanged mouth.
"A human! It truly is a human!"
You can only stare back in terror at the hundreds of eyes hungrily devouring you. As you unconsciously take a step back, the doors slam shut, nonchalant to your growing confusion.
"Fellas, take a step back!" the host shouts, slapping his scaly hand against the table. "It's a fragile one, you see? We don't want any accidents."
He takes a moment to clear his throat, then continues:
"As promised, this is the human you will be competing for. It's up to you to win (Y/N)'s heart. You already know the rules, I'm certain"
He glances at the camera, then at his watch.
"Without further ado, the courting begins...now."
[Monster Dating Show Series]
#monster dating show#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere monster#monster x reader#monster x human#monster boyfriend#monster harem#monster romance#terato#teratophillia#monster fucker
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Yandere Hybrid Town (1) | Only Human
In a world filled with humans and hybrids attempting to find balance with one another, you are but a simple human trying to integrate into the town on the property your late grandparent bequeathed to you. The town just so happens to have a small population of farming hybrids, with hardly any other humans around.
âSo youâre the inheritorâŠ(Y/n)? (L/n)?â
âYes, I have my I.D. if you want to check.â
â..RightâŠ.but the owner of the original property was a hybridâŠyou are not.â
âNot that it matters. But my grandfatherâs partner was a Wolf hybridâŠThey both agreed to give it to me when they both passed.â
âI..see.â
It might be right to call it racism or maybe more accurately itâs specism and the townsfolk arenât all that keen on hiding it. They openly sneer at you when you do come to town, whispering loudly about what theyâve heard, and rolling their eyes if you have the gall to ask them a question.
âCan I get these bags of mulch in bulk?â
â...so what are ya talkinâ to me for? Just grab âem.â
âYour sign says to âask for more at the front desk.ââ
â...Fine dirt monkey. How much?â
It doesnât bother youâŠsometimes. You mostly spend your days on your property, having picnics in the open fields you now own. Spending time renovating your cottage with all the custom plumbing and electricity you learn to install yourself. Wouldnât want some unfriendly technician in town doing it instead. Anyways you get into the routine of sustaining yourself in your lonesome working from home and relying on your savings to help you enjoy your new life. That doesnât stop until the one fateful dayâŠyouâre lounging on your deck when you hear something faint. It sounds like crying.
âWaaaaa!â
It sounds like a childâŠwhich isnât unfamiliar, after all your neighbors do seem to be a little family. Of course, they donât want to talk to you but thatâs fine.
âWaaaa!â
It sounds pretty intense but youâre sure itâll stop soon.
âWaaaaa! Somebody help, please!â
Now it feels wrong to ignore it any longer. You quickly fix yourself to head over, driving the tractor that you ride across your property to the fence that represents the beginning of your neighborâs property. It was short work to hop over the fence and hear the crying persisting. Running to the back porch of the house, you see a little dog boy crying his heart out.
âI heard you crying whatâs wrong?â
The kid starts blubbering wiping at tears and snot on his face. After some calming pats between the ears and some promises to help you can get a clear picture.
âMama fell âver and she wonât wake up!â
You run inside to find exactly that. A dog woman face down on the floor while the soup on the stove boils out and whateverâs in the oven beginning to smoke. Stopping the appliances you flip over the woman in search of a heartbeat and breathing. Thankfully you find it and ask the little boy where you can lay her down. He points you to the bedroom down the hall passing by another bedroom and a bathroom.
Once youâve laid her down, check her temperature, and decide in your not-so-expert opinion that sheâs suffering from a fever. Assuring the little dog boy you have him help you carry some cold water and a rag to place on her head. While making sure she drinks some water, you finally get to talking to the little dog boy whoâs started to calm down now.
âThat was real brave of you, good job for asking for help.â
âBig brother always said I gotta since Iâm too tiny to do much myself.â
âWell, I thought you were very helpful and you donât seem that tiny to me.â
âThanks!â
âNo problem! My nameâs (Y/n).â
âAnd my nameâs Titan! By the way (Y/n) Iâm real hungry!â
Thatâs how you ended up cleaning the dishes, Titanâs mother started and using what you could to make something new. You stuck with one of your old family recipes, relying on your memory the best you could to avoid another charred disaster. Eventually, you finish up able to set a plate in front of Titan who is more than happy to dig in.
âMore! More!â
âOkay Titan just a little bit more but you canât eat it all weâve got to save some.â
âWhyyyy!?â
âBecause your mom hasnât eaten yet and Iâm sure your brother will want some when he gets homeââ
âBut heâs never arounâ weâll be waiting forever for him to come!â
Creak.
âTitan who is this?â
The new voice comes from a much larger dog man with a sturdy build, sun-kissed skin, and overalls barely hanging off his shoulders. His ears are narrowed back and his shoulders are hunched as he easily towers over you. With Titanâs help, you explain how you came to help and that his mother had fainted, likely from the fever she had. When you show him to her, his bared teeth and impending growl quiet down. Fussing over her as he checks for any sign that you might be lying. Finding that youâre not, he skeptically accepts the meal you made as you alternate watching over her and entertaining Titanâwhoâs far too chipper for a pup ready for bed.
âHey uh, wanted to apologâze for earlierâ
âFor what?!â
âFer how I acted when youâre just helpinâ out.â
âOh, itâs okay! Iâm just happy no oneâs hurt.â
âIâm also sorry for misjudging you. I think I had the wrong impression bout ya.â
As you continue to chat with the young dog manâTank you both work together to finish up whatever chores his mom would usually do. Between you both Titan is convinced to finally get some sleep if itâs in your lap close to his mom. Tank suggests you stay over bashfully offering his bed if you need it. You decline, encouraging him to get some much-needed rest considering he was working on the farm tomorrow.
âA-a-are you sure you donât want to stay in a bed? I feel like itâs the least we could do.â
âNo worries Tank, Iâm going to watch over your mom until this fever breaks. Besides I donât have the heart to move Titan now.â
âFair I guess. Hopefully, Iâll see ya tomorrow?â
âYeah if Iâm not still here in the morning you can come to my place anytime.â
His fluffy tail wags a lot harder than he likes at that.
âR-really?â
âYeah, anytime!â
With another âthank youâ heâs off to bed. It isnât until sunrise that the fever breaks and the dog-hybrid mother is coming to. Assuring her that her boys and the food she left in the oven are not burning the house she calms down to thank you.
âOh thank you thank you I donât know what I would have done without you!â
Where youâll have to fight her off from her barrage of kisses, hugs, and propositions to stay long enough for her to cook something for you to take home, as much as you wanted to stay and indulge in her acts of thanks, you missed your bed and it was plenty exhausting now that you were being spoken to positively. Convincing her that you were such a short drive away that she didnât need to keep you too much longer and after promising that she and her boys were welcome anytime you could finally go home.
âYou promise?â
âYes, Miss Tiffany I promise, anytime youâd like.â
âJust not now?â
âYes, not now so please get some rest!â
Back in the comfort of your home, everything is more or less the same except for the recently obsessed friendly neighbors who make all the quiet time you used to have nonexistent.
âWake Up! Wake Up! Letâs play!â
âEgh Titan how did you get in here?â
âThrough your doggy door!â
âBut I donât have one!â
âNow you do!â
Thus begins the first few to fall for the lone human in this hybrid town. Hardly shy about their newly discovered attraction as they fill their dull hours up with time next to you. Lucky them as your neighbors theyâre the only ones privy to your addictive affection and comforting scent.
âOh! I was about to drive over to drop off Titan!â
âWhat a coincidence! We were just coming over to have dinner at yours!â
âHuh?â
âWell, you did say we can come and thank you anytime!â
âSo we figured why not now!â
âIn fact, maybe every week we come over to yours and you come over to ours!â
âI mean I guess-?â
âWonderful Titan, Tank clear the kitchen Iâm going to make this dinner the best yet!â
âYesâm!â âYesâm
The Dog hybrid family next door is all too eager to take up all of your time. Since the moment you moved in theyâve been eager to truly get to know you, woefully settling with the distant wafts of your scent during a favorable breeze. Unlike others in the town their curiosity for the human was a positive one blaming it on their all too friendly instincts they couldnât deny the urge they got to close to the distance between you two. But alas everyone in the town was so averse to the idea they were pushed off the desire for far too long but after your sweet words and intentions, theyâd be foolish not to return the affection.
â(Y/n) if youâd like me to cut the grass, I donât mind.â
âThatâs really sweet, Tank but I told myself I wouldnât allow myself to sit back and let others do all the work.â
His tail droops at that. âAh I see.â
âBut you wonât tell me to go away will you (Y/n)? After I made that doggy door and everything.â
âYou just chewed a hole in my door and Iâm not saying you canât stop by Tank I just donât want it to be because youâre doing more work.â
His tail is wagging a mile a minute again. âI donât mind if itâs for you!â
With your canine hybrid neighbors so close itâs hard to forget you were ever left alone. Now quiet and sometimes confrontational trips are filled with at least one member of the family accompanying you. Willing to bargain at stores for you or impressively growl when the cashierâs being a tad too snippy. It does make you nervous when the tiny Titan politely asks the nosy bird-woman who had the nerve to whisper about you to a ânice chatâ in the alley between the store. Returning with tufts of feathers and blood in his baby teeth. Or how Mama Tiff will oh so politely mention her bloodhound heritage at the fox bullies that hang around your car. Or when Tank all too eagerly pulls you into his side when he finds you cornered by the snake librarian.
âBack off my human!â
After any confrontation, youâll ask your questions. Head on or round about theyâll all only smile at you, tail wagging wildly behind them. As if theyâre proud of the slight fear in your eyes when you ask what that was about.
âWe just want to protect you! You are only human after all!â
Part 2: It's Here!
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yandere#yanderes#yandere harem#yandere hybrids x reader#yandere hybrid#yandere hybrid x reader#yandere dog hybrid#yandere dog hybrids#yandere hybrid town#yandere hybrid town x reader#yandere monstober#yandere monsters#yandere monster x reader#yandere monster
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look but don't touch

#sakusa kiyoomi#haikyuu#my sakusa ships in no particular order are#ushisaku#sakuhina#iwasaku#and any poly combo of those / all 4 together#all 4 is just iwaizumi and his JNT harem hehehehehehe
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Giggling so bad because what even is this concept but hear me out!
So, I just noticed that my headcanons have essentially turned Vaggie into a harem protagonist. And when it comes to harems, recently what I think about is dating sim games. Then I had to come up with a plot as to how they would all be in the same place and, well, there you go. For the life of me, I don't know what possessed me to put this much effort in this though.
#hazbin hotel#at the end of the day tho really this is just an excuse to draw beautiful women#idk what to call this au tho#chaggie#vamily#luggie#holy shit thats a terrible ship name#vagette#lol#charlie morningstar#vaggie#emily#lute#velvette#my art#harem hotel AU
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Eurylochus x Poseidon (sorry it took so long lol) I also changed my Poseidons design a bit.
AlsoâSuggestive!!!
Taking one for the team (crew?)
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Aftermath:
Extra doodles!!!:
#eurylochus#epic the musical#eurylochus x poseidon#eurylocus epic#crackship#Poseidon x Eurylochus#poseidon epic the musical#Eurylochus Harem#we love eury
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I can't take the "Shen Yuan joins Bingge's harem for political reasons and Bingge has no interest in him" trope seriously because shen yuan WOULD be crazy excited about that like
Binghe on their wedding night: this is just to secure alliance with your clan, I have no interest in getting to know you and you can forget about us having a relationship
Shen Yuan: that works for me! I know I'm not one of your advisors or something but like you said, I'm here to help you secure alliance so I have a few ideas... I think you should negotiate with the village about...
Binghe watching his cute little husband passionately yap about ways he wants to help Binghe and make his life easier without wanting anything in return: I. I may have made a mistake by saying all that.
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The lack of shipping wars in the Scum Villian fandom is really fucking funny because we all ship different people with the main character Shen Qingqiu, and instead of fighting about it, we collectively decided that he deserves to have a harem consisting of every single guy in the book.
#scum villianâs self saving system#scum Villian#shen qingqiu#he is the worlds most shippable man#svsss#bingqiu#liushen#cumplane#scumcum#qijiu#moshen#binggeyuan#the irony is that his canonical husband was supposed to be the one with a harem in the hundreds#svsss meta
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A man needs a hobby while he's waiting for his beloved disciple to return from the dead and torture him!!!
(SQQ is a complete fucking freak and I love him so much)
#svsss#shen qingqiu#shang qinghua#cumplane#ming fan#ning yingying#listen. i know that the probable CORRECT way of reading this is that ''man i hate hearing about this stupid harem drama so much that#even hearing about something as gross as THIS would somehow be better!!''#but i choose not to read it that way#because sqq and his monster obsession is absolutely hilarious to me#he's already kept the short haired beast why not build onto the menagerie?#also i like to headcanon that sqh has a PARTICULAR dislike for these things after sqq kept fucking throwing them at him during#the immortal alliance conference#my art#EDIT: why must one always notice the typos while in bed two hours after posting??#peace and love for everyone that politely ignored that and reblogged it anyway
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Hear me out: Reverse Harem Dragon Boyfriends.
Because of changes in time, many dragons live in packs or hordes, mostly numbering two to six dragons per group.
Let's say you're the cute, slightly dorky assistant in a small antique jewelry shop. You immediately catch the eye of one dragon from a specific group. He tells the others about you, even bringing them to see you.
There are three of them, three different dragons who lived together happily, and now they all would like a piece of you. Prepare for trouble, prepare for chaos...and being absolutely overstuffed and filled to the brim with...oh, you know what...
#monster fucker#monster lover#monster boyfriend#monsterlover#monster bf#monster fuqqer#monster romance#monster kink#monster smut#monster x human#dragon x reader#dragon boyfriend#dragon smut#reverse harem#gn reader#ns/fw#18+ mdni#mdni
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Slightly inspired by Apothecary Diaries,, SVSSS AU, where Shen Yuan is sold (after being kidnapped from his wealthy family) to the palace to work as a servant and he ends up working as an assistant to the first wife Ning Yingying just because he knows about rare flowers and helped in several attacks from other wives.
So, working inside the palace, there's this strange boy. Shen Yuan quickly assumes he is a eunuch because few men work so closely with the harem. And he is... well, strange. He has such a low presence and such a forgettable appearance that it almost seems like a costume. Shen Yuan can barely remember what he looks like or what color he was wearing as soon as he stops looking at him. Anyway, they become friends! Because despite everything, he is very responsible and always seems to want to help in everything, cooking for the wives, offering help and kind words.
(Shen Yuan is unaware that when a wife treats this servant badly, despises what he does just to serve, she loses privileges. Some have been expelled from the harem. If they are genuinely kind, good-hearted... Then they will treat even the servants well, and will gain privileges for it.)
Anyway, Shen Yuan does his job, helps a lot, walks around here and there, and begins to build a closer relationship with this servant. They are something like close friends who share outings, shopping, walks, normal things!
... Then one day, Emperor Luo Binghe approaches Shen Yuan for company. Shen Yuan is ???? absolutely confused. Eh, why is Lord Luo looking for him to serve him tea and talk? What's going on? And Lord Luo keeps staring at him, asking too many questions. Are his days in the palace good? Would he like to return home? Shen Yuan is sure he would like to see his Ge and Meimei, but he has found comfort in the palace. And more freedom than he has ever had before. The Emperor practically interrogates him before letting him go.
THEN, things get even weirder. The Emperor starts seeing him more often! He gives him outings, GIFTS, the Emperor cooks for him. Shen Yuan considers this a lie, since Shen Yuan knows the seasoning of the food the Emperor serves him, he has eaten his servant friend's food since he arrived at the palace!! But he lets the lie go unexposed and just eats, accepts the company and ignores when Ning Yingying tells him that he is being courted by her husband, and soon they will be fellow wives. Shen Yuan finds it ridiculous!! Besides, Emperor Luo Binghe is charming, but why would he accept his courtship???
(So there we have Emperor Luo Binghe, with that harem that he needs to keep organized. And while Ning Yingying is his first wife, best friend, and the one in charge of the harem, the truth is that Luo Binghe blindly believes that people will only show their true selves to people they consider inferior or less than them. So with a few charms on him, he changes his appearance to that of this humble servant with no beauty or worth to keep things under control and find out the secrets that no one would whisper around the Emperor, hoping that maybe one of his wives will even notice some day. None of them finds out, of course.
Except Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan, who seems to enjoy the company of the servant more than the Emperor, who knows so much about so many things and who is so full of love and kindness...)
#svsss au#svsss ideas#mxtx svsss#svsss#luo binghe#shen yuan#bingyuan#original luo binghe#pidw harem#pidw luo binghe#Although this luo binghe is like 50% bingge and 50% bingmei I think#svsss fanfiction
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One of them wants to marry you. The other wants to make sure he never does.
⥠Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
⥠Pairing. Yandere! Various! Otome Isekai Characters x Fem. Reader
⥠Word Count. 3,171
⥠Yandere! Crown Prince who has always been entitled to everythingâland, power, wealth, and most importantly, you. His right to you is absolute, written in blood and ink across every history book that dares to speak of the royal line.
⥠Yandere! War Hero who was never promised anything but carved his way through battlefields, knee-deep in the viscera of fallen foes, until he stood before you. Not by birthright, but by the sheer will to survive where others fell.
⥠Yandere! Crown Prince who sits beside you, hands clasped over yours like a steel shackle. "You don't need to lower yourself to common filth," he murmurs, gaze locked on the War Hero. "You were made for palaces, not trenches."
⥠Yandere! War Hero who only grins, boots kicked onto the palace table, still stained with the dried blood of a hundred men. "And you were made to sit on your ass while others do the killing. Forgive me if I find that unimpressive."
⥠Yandere! Crown Prince who tightens his grip on your fingers, a barely restrained tremor running up his arm. "Youâre nothing but a hound."
⥠Yandere! War Hero who flashes a wolfish smirk. "And yet, she feeds me scraps. Doesn't that make you feel insecure?"
⥠Yandere! Crown Prince whose smile is all polished gold but whose rage is a quiet execution. "The difference between you and me, mongrel, is that I own what I love."
⥠Yandere! War Hero who laughs like the last dying breath of an enemy. "And yet, here she sits, leaning towards me. Looks like your leash slipped, your highness."
⥠Yandere! Crown Prince who has held a blade to his generalâs throat for less.
⥠Yandere! War Hero who doesnât flinch at the Crown Princeâs threats because heâs had worse. The last man who tried to kill him succeededâfor five minutes, before he was dragged back to life by battlefield surgeons who stapled his soul to his bones.
⥠Yandere! War Hero who is obsessed with the way you placed your palm against his blood-slicked cheek after he returned from battle, as if he were still human, as if war had not made him something else entirely. Who still hears your voice over the screams, the thunder, the cacophony of steel meeting flesh. He doesnât believe in destiny, but he believes in you.
⥠Yandere! Crown Prince who stares, seething, as you sit beside the War Hero, dabbing at a cut along his jaw. His fists clench.
âYou forget your place, soldier,â the Crown Prince hisses, voice low, dangerous.
⥠Yandere! War Hero who meets his gaze, unbothered. âAnd you forget yours, my lord. You are the heir to a kingdom. I am the shield that keeps you from wearing your guts like a sash.â
âYou think that shield will protect you from me?â
The War Hero shrugs. âTry and find out.â
⥠Yandere! Crown Prince who very much would love to, if not for your hand on the War Heroâs wrist, grounding him, soothing something feral just beneath his skin. That is what enrages him most. Not the defiance. Not the insolence. But the fact that itâs working. That you can calm the storm with a touch.
⥠Yandere! War Hero who smirks, tilts his head. âShe chose me.â
⥠Yandere! Crown Prince who intends to undo that mistake with blood and fire.
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⥠Yandere! Archduke who catches you at the opera, dressed in silver and moonlight, sitting in his private box like you belong to him. And then thereâs a crashâ
⥠Yandere! Master Thief who swings from the rafters like a damn circus act, landing with a bow as if breaking into an event full of armed guards is just another Tuesday.
âReally? This is your plan?â the Archduke drawls, unimpressed. He lifts a glass of wine as if toasting to the sheer audacity. âYou thought you could just waltz in here and steal her?â
âOh no, Your Grace,â the Master Thief grins, flashing something sharp and gleaming between his teeth. âI donât waltz. I prefer the tango. More hands-on.â
A gunshot. The Master Thief dodges. Your ears ring. The opera continues. Nobody reacts. The nobility is used to bloodstains on the carpet.
⥠Yandere! Archduke who never misses a shot but isnât aiming to kill. No, heâs aiming to maim.
⥠Yandere! Master Thief who laughs, dashing across the balcony with inhuman agility, plucking a jewel-encrusted knife from an unfortunate lordâs throat. âA bit dramatic, donât you think?â
⥠Yandere! Archduke who sneers. âSays the one who thinks theft is a love language.â
⥠Yandere! Master Thief who winks. âIt is when you do it right.â
⥠Yandere! Archduke who places a gloved hand over yours. âShe isnât yours to steal.â
⥠Yandere! Master Thief who twirls the stolen dagger. âThen letâs see if she wants to be taken.â
You, who really just wanted to enjoy the damn opera.
⥠Yandere! Archduke who burns down an entire village because you let the Master Thief steal a kiss from you. "Collateral damage," he sighs, boot on the charred remains of someoneâs grandmother. "Next time, Iâll aim for a city."
⥠Yandere! Master Thief who breaks into your chambers nightly, the smell of fresh blood and stolen perfume lingering in the air. "Shame about the guards," he grins, slipping a diamond ring onto your finger. "Itâs a perfect fit. Like it was always meant to be there."
⥠Yandere! Archduke who sits on his throne, dagger in his palm, knuckles white. "You reek of him," he murmurs, voice colder than the corpses he stacked just to see you smile. "Tell me. Did he make you laugh?" His grip tightens, knuckles cracking. "Iâd rather tear out your tongue than let you amuse another man."
⥠Yandere! Master Thief who laughs at the execution order with his name on it, flipping the royal decree between his fingers like a cheap playing card. "Itâs cute, really. You think bars can hold me? Your Archduke should know by nowâI steal more than just gold."
⥠Yandere! Archduke who drags you to the highest tower, the wind howling like the ghosts of everyone he's butchered in your name. "Look down. See that? Thatâs what happens when you pick the wrong man." He tilts your chin up with the edge of his blade, smile thin as a razor. "Luckily for you, Iâm still willing to forgive. If you beg."
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⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who doesnât need to see through dimensions to know when a threat is coiling around you like an unseen parasite. Who can taste betrayal like an iron tang in the air. Who can hear the pulse of magic in every living being, except when you smile at him, because that? That is utterly dead inside.
⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who materializes in a crack of golden light, robes billowing with unspoken fury, and says, "Ah. So youâve taken to harboring rats in your bed. How quaint. Should I fetch the plague doctor, or would you prefer to let it fester?"
⥠Yandere! Enemy Spy who grins at him from his place on your couch, casual as a corpse cooling on the battlefield. Who doesnât bother to get up, just keeps one hand on your thigh like a brand, like a claim, like heâs daring a man who can rewrite reality to try something.
⥠Yandere! Enemy Spy who lifts a hand and waves lazily. "Well, if it isnât the arcane psychopath. I was wondering when youâd show up. You always get so twitchy when she has company."
⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who doesnât react, because he doesnât need to react. The air warps with unspoken threats. Your entire apartment creaks, the walls tightening as if reality itself is afraid of what he will do. "Your presence here is a mistake, spy. One I am going to correct."
⥠Yandere! Enemy Spy who exhales, all long-suffering patience, and pats your knee. "See, this is why we canât have a healthy social life, sweetheart. Your little pet magician thinks anything that breathes near you is a threat."
⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who steps closer, not bothering to touch the ground, because why should a god walk when he can hover like the nightmare he is? His voice is a blade wrapped in silk. "That is because everything near her is a threat."
⥠Yandere! Enemy Spy who rolls his eyes, leans in closer to you, and mutters, "Heâs not wrong."
⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who obliterated an entire country in a fit of rage once. Who still has the map with that nationâs name scribbled out in blood. Who claims it was a scientific experiment in large-scale elemental magic. Who insists it had nothing to do with the fact that you had been taken there as a prisoner of war.
⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who personally designed the magical chains shackling the enemy spy to his dungeon wall. Who carved sigils into his flesh with a surgeonâs precision. Who watches, with the detached amusement of a scholar, as the spyâs body twists and heals around the enchantments. Who calls it "an intellectual curiosity." Who calls it "a favor" to you.
⥠Yandere! Enemy Spy who sneers through bloodied teeth. Who only laughs when Supreme Mageâs spellwork attempts to break his mind. Who survived the war solely on instinct, subterfuge, and the kind of unholy endurance that makes lesser men shudder. Who grins, sharp and defiant, as he croaks, "You should let her decide, shouldnât you?"
⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who nearly detonates the entire fortress at the mere suggestion.
"Decide?" His voice is an earthquake barely contained. His robes ripple like liquid shadow, edged in embers. "What is there to decide? A parasite does not negotiate its way into a hostâs body. A stray dog does not ask to be let inside. You think yourself an equal? A competitor? You're a mistake of nature, a statistical anomaly."
⥠Yandere! Enemy Spy who only grins wider, spitting blood onto Supreme Mageâs pristine white marble floor. "You sure talk a lot for someone whoâs scared."
⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who moves too fast to track. One moment heâs across the room, the next his hand is buried in the spyâs chest, fingers curled around his still-beating heart. Who leans in, slow, deliberate, his breath scalding. "I could make you forget her name," he whispers. "I could wipe every last thought of her from your mind. Your love, your obsession, your entire selfâgone."
⥠Yandere! Enemy Spy who, despite the pain, despite the mind-breaking agony, still smirks. "And yet," he wheezes, "you havenât."
⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who yanks his hand back, seething, as the spy collapses into ragged, victorious laughter. Who turns to you, his golden eyes alight with something feverish, something frantic. "Say it," he commands. "Tell him he is nothing. Tell him he does not exist to you."
⥠Yandere! Enemy Spy, gasping, wheezing, forcing himself to sit up. "Or..." he rasps, tilting his head, "tell him you like me better."
⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who is one syllable away from setting the entire continent on fire.
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⥠Yandere! Demon King who built his empire on charred corpses and centuries of conquest. Who sits upon his throne of ivory bones, fingers idly tapping against an armrest carved from the skull of a fallen archangel. Who looks at you like a relic from a past life, something fragile, something beloved, something that must be locked away lest the world taint you. Who commands with absolute authority, but speaks your name like a prayer, like a secret only he should be allowed to know.
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who has killed more kings than he can count, but never this one. Who has worked at the Demon King's side for millennia, yet the moment you entered his line of sight, he knew he would tear down empires for you. Who moves in silence, in shadows, in the spaces between light and dark, but his voice is a rasp against your ear, whispering things he knows the Demon King will kill him for saying. Who stands with knives in both hands, one for his enemies, one for the man who dares to keep you from him.
⥠Yandere! Demon King who does not know the meaning of sharing. Who watches you speak to the assassin with a gaze so searing the air warps around him. Who clenches his jaw hard enough that his fangs pierce his own tongue, and the taste of his own ichor only fuels his fury. Who has conquered dimensions, obliterated civilizations, and yet the worst betrayal he has ever known is watching you, his beloved, listen to another man.
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who has spent centuries perfecting the art of killing, but only now does he feel alive. Who watches the Demon King unravel with a sick sort of amusement, knowing he alone has gotten under his liegeâs skin. Who stands just close enough to you, his presence a silent claim, his movements too fluid, too casual, as though daring the King to react. Who lets his fingers brush against yours when handing you a blade, his smirk widening as the Demon Kingâs aura cracks the stone beneath them.
The throne room is a masterpiece of destruction. The walls still drip with the remains of some poor fool who displeased him. The air is thick with the scent of burning marrow, but it is not enough to drown out the suffocating silence between the two men.
âYouâre awfully bold today,â the Demon King murmurs, voice like smoldering embers. His clawed fingers drum against his throne, slow, deliberate, like a war drum before the first strike. His eyes, the color of old blood, do not leave you. âAre you enjoying this?â
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who grins, unbothered by the killing intent in the room. âImmensely.â
⥠Yandere! Demon King who stands, and the entire castle groans in response, the weight of his wrath fracturing the very foundation. Who does not appreciate amusement unless he is the one indulging in it. Who steps forward, each movement a barely restrained act of violence, a king whose patience has run dry.
âCome here,â he commands, but it is not to his assassin. It is to you. To his treasure.
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who laughs under his breath, stepping in your way before you can move. âSheâs not a dog, your Majesty.â
⥠Yandere! Demon King whose smile is a thin, sharp thing, carved from disdain. âNo, but you are a corpse.â
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who tilts his head, eyes gleaming. âTry me.â
⥠Yandere! Demon King who does not lungeâkings do not lunge, kings do not brawl. No, he merely lifts a hand, and the walls explode with jagged obsidian, the floor splintering into a pit of hellfire at the assassinâs feet. The room screams with infernal energy, a tangible force meant to bring lesser beings to their knees.
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who does not flinch. Who rolls his shoulders like this is a game and he is a predator that has just caught the scent of something fun. Who flicks his wrist and summons a thousand shadows, each one an extension of his will, a sliver of darkness with a killing edge.
⥠Yandere! Demon King who clenches his fist and the assassinâs shadows shatter.
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who raises a brow, impressed but not deterred. âTouchy.â
⥠Yandere! Demon King who does not take well to insolence. Who does not take well to you still standing beside the assassin.
You, who sighs in the middle of the impending bloodbath, utterly unphased. âAre you two done?â
⥠Yandere! Demon King who turns to you like youâve personally betrayed him. âYouâre defending him?â
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who smirks, nudging your shoulder with his own. âAdorable, isnât it?â
⥠Yandere! Demon King who snaps, his power manifesting in a cacophony of screams from the walls themselves. Who reaches for you, but the assassin is faster, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you into his grasp, pressing a blade to your throatânot to hurt you, never to hurt you, but to taunt the king.
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who grins against your ear, voice a ghost of amusement. âSo, who do you think would win?â
⥠Yandere! Demon King whose eyes glow with hellfire, whose fangs glint like a beast denied its prey. âYou will die screaming.â
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who kisses the top of your head, just to make it worse. âMaybe. But Iâll die with her.â
⥠Yandere! Demon King who does not like that answer. Not one bit.
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But hereâs the thing.
Did they really think you were an idiot?
You, who has watched their egos clash like titanic beasts, who has dangled yourself like a prized trophy between them, knowing full well what you were doing. You, who let them think they were winning.
You, who used every second of their pathetic posturing to plan your escape.
⥠Yandere! Crown Prince who turns, realizing youâre goneâ
⥠Yandere! War Hero who curses under his breath, scanning the battlefieldâ
⥠Yandere! Archduke who demands his spies find you immediatelyâ
⥠Yandere! Master Thief who suddenly wishes he had locked you in a cage when he had the chanceâ
⥠Yandere! Supreme Mage who reaches out with his magic, only to findânothingâ
⥠Yandere! Enemy Spy who grins, because honestly? He saw this coming, and he's a little impressed.
⥠Yandere! Demon King who roars, shaking the very foundations of the underworldâ
⥠Yandere! Demon Assassin who merely chuckles, licking a stray drop of blood from his blade.
You, vanishing into the night, leaving behind nothing but chaos, war, and the memory of a coldblooded glare.
After all⊠if you canât fight the system, might as well use it.
Let them tear each other apart.
You? You have better things to do.
You walked away.
Free.
Fucking imbeciles.
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Ghost Harem x Exorcist!Reader
I don't know, I just found the idea of an exorcist who keeps attracting the ghosts they're trying to purify very funny. content: gender neutral reader, mildly NSFW
You would argue you're rather good at your job.
Whenever you receive a call from a victim in need, you show up. Additionally, you never leave empty-handed. You're known to always complete your job. If a house is possessed, whatever ghost or devil is tormenting the poor inhabitants will be swiftly removed.
Normally, these spirits and demons would be purged; sent back to their hells, or off into some unknown afterlife. That, of course, was your initial aim.
Except these damned ghouls end up following you instead. Sometimes you donât even get to perform the proper rituals: itâs enough to step foot into the cursed place, and they will pounce without delay, attaching themselves to you like starved dogs.
Youâve tried everything. The latest priestess you visited erupted in laughter upon hearing your misfortune and suggested the unholy creatures must be in love with you.
Love? A ghost? Nonsense. Most likely they are waiting for a moment of weakness, so they can devour your soul. That's what you tell yourself, pale with repugnance, gawking at the devilish curse standing before you and touching themselves. Their translucent visage is relaxed into a perverted grin.
Suddenly, a foreign weight presses itself into your shoulder. From behind you, a slender creature throws itself at the offender.
"Away! Keep away from my beloved," they bark, waving their long sleeves in disbelief. Its face is covered by a sealing talisman.
"Let the human sleep," another voice croaks from the shadows. "(Y/N) has a long day tomorrow."
You shriek as something slithers out of your shirt. A serpent-like monster speeds across your sheets with a chuckle.
"I just hope it's not another suitor. It's getting kind of cramped here, you know?"
The priestess' laughter rings against your ears, and you sigh, defeated. Maybe you can put them to work, at the very least.
Oh, they'd be more than happy to service you. In any way possible.
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If Shen Yuan would have transmigrated after realizing his sexuality, SVSSS would have been even more unhinged.
Like, he already notices the beautiful men he is surrounded by, but now these beautiful men could be an option for him. Sure, not LBH because he is the protagonist of a stallion novel, he will get his harem of pretty flowers, but the others! After all, if all women belongs to the protagonist, maybe it wouldn't be frowned upon for the men to be cutsleeves. Right? His cute little white sheep will have all the peerless beauties, but the other men who also deserve love and appreciation and care will have no one and that would be a crime.
Now, he just has to figure out which one of his beautiful and handsome and reliable and strong martial brothers is open to have a... a closer relationship with him. I mean, one of them has to be at least a little bit queer, right?! That's just statistics!
#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#sqq's harem#svsss#obviously his (lack of) awareness would stay the same#he would just be more open to the fact that everybody is freaking gorgeous and that he is very gay for them#the internal freaking out would increase tho#obviously#sy transmigrated after realizing he is gay au
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old lando lore i discovered but its so cute !

âAnd then they tickle him and he squirms around like a giggling salmonâ this twink đ

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In the end, Vaggie chose to go to Charlie
(Surprise, surprise)
Harem Hotel AU pt 1 || 1.5 || 2
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